jamesg1213
Unless I start posting more.

DOH!

James you only need 2446 more posts.
 
That's a weekend for me.
 

Oh...I already did...

see? see? more post count monkey business....

Good evening, folks
Just a few hours left of this weekend herein Norway
Have to make the most of it, so I'm off to the studio to make some noise of some sort...
 

Today is misnamed... It certainly is NOT "Sun" day...  

I did have a pretty cool dream yesterday though.  I was standing in front of this little device that looked like a small, white microwave about a foot long by three inches high and six inches deep.  It would spin in all directions for a few seconds, then stop and a door on the front would open and, in the lighted interior, you could see a single slice of becan.  When you take the slice, it's warm and perfectly cooked (and, oddly, grease-free).  Then, while you're eating that slice, the little box starts spinning again and, right about when you finish the slice you're eating, it presents you with another!  Kind of like they just materialize inside and then get cooked exactly the way you would want.
 
Weird dream, but I liked it. 

Cha.cha.cha.changes

Staycation begins at beer o'clock on the 23rd.

Did sum song cunstukting yestiddy. Mebee Daryk is making sum majik. You just may have sum traxing too doo by then.

I never get selected for a jury. I don't know why.
 
I've tried randomly shouting, "You can't handle the truth!" I've taken off my tin foil hat when asked by the bailiff for the third time. To demonstrate my fitness to fulfill an essential role in the justice system, I've asked insightful questions about the relative merits of methods of execution including hanging, lethal injection, firing squad and cannibals. In an attempt to be helpful, I've offered to translate courtroom dialog for the voices in my head. I practice voting by declaring, "Guilty!" whenever my name is called. Finally, I've tried making small talk with the other prospective jurors by asking them if they've ever wondered what it would be like to roll around, wrapping themselves up in loose, freshly peeled skin. What? It's a good ice-breaker. 
 
I don't get it.

Guilty is a guilty does.